As Mel stood in front of the large map, she stared at the words ... 'You are here'.
There was no denying. The reflective glass covering the state map confirmed it: However out of ordinary … however selfish … however wrong or good or beautiful or ba
If all went as he'd said, he was already here – waiting for her. And soon she'd hear the words.
“Can you point me toward Normal?”
She looked up to a smile as he moved his sunglasses to the bill of his ballcap. He looked a bit better in person, and her smile betrayed her.
“You don't look very normal to me” she replied ... the code phrase that ended all doubt as to what would happen in the coming hours. If she had wanted to at that point, she might still have said nothing at all, turned, and walked back out of the building to the comfort of her car, steering it back to the comfort of her home, and to the comfort of her somewhen before.
But that wasn't at all what she wanted.
He had her hand before she realized. It was firm and rough – but warm. He turned her and practically dragged her out the wrong door of the small building … to the open outdoors of the backside here, where people walked their dogs and picked up after them … where picnic tables waited for the warmer weather of summer days … where really, no one had any business this time of year.
They turned left out the door an took just a few steps before he pulled her against him, then settled her back against the brick of the building. He lowered his head to her hair, then to her neck … breathin from her. She smelled the clean of him as his nose an then his lips lightly brushed skin along her neck. She smiled at what she guessed was a slight smell of weed on his jacket. It had been a long drive for him.
She was jolted as the damp tip of his tongue flicked her ear. She felt it everywhere … in the firm of her nipples … the heat of her thighs … an the wet of her mind.
His lips brushed her mouth softly – lightly. They raced cross her mouth not twice, but three – then four times. The last time cross they slowed an she grabbed them in hers. He opened his mouth, but still kissed. She pulled and sucked at him, holding his lower lip … first in her lips, and then in her teeth. She ran her tongue over it, and then pushed forward to the contours of the teeth that flashed the easy smile. She felt his tongue flick at hers … teasing her … luring her deeper into him. Then his mouth engulfed her tongue, and she gave it to him. He took it hungrily, and then gave his to her.
She took it like food after a fast.
He moved the firm of his thigh up tight against her … taking her face in both hands. He kissed her again briefly – only lips – then jus brushed his lips cross her lashes and nose.
“I say we move on” he smiled now. “You?”
“Yes” was all she could manage.
He held the door, but not her hand now, as they stepped back into the warmth of the rest area. They walked to the opposite side, out the main doors an then down the walk to their cars.
“I'm the red Camry” he said. “I'll lead and keep a good eye out for you.”
“I'm in the Mazda. It's ...” she was cut off.
“It's the blue one” he smiled.
“Of course” she thought. He was waiting for me.
Yes … yes, he was. She followed the Camry toward the rest area exit. She looked one last time at the fork where signs read north or south. Then she followed the Camry into the new.
She watched the Camry liked she'd watched his *** walkin toward the Camry. Like some kind of talisman … drawing her onward. In less than 15 minutes, the Camry signaled, and then slowed down the freeway ramp. One last time she considered. And then she signaled right and followed down the ramp.
Two lights later, he pulled into the Days Inn. Smaller. Older. Clean, but certainly not lavish.
“I hope it has a bed” she giggled to herself. He pulled not up to the office, but instead drove slowly to one end of the building. He swung in to a spot an she parked next to him. He already had the key apparently.
He was smiling again – did he always smile? He jumped out and got to her door just in time to open it.
“Can I help you with anything?” he offered.
“There isn't much!” she responded. “Only what you told me to bring.”
She was smiling now herself at the thought of this. In addition to advising she dress hockey-mom casual to blend in, he had told her to bring only a short skirt with tight fitting top, the toys he'd seen her use, and the lingerie she'd worn as she used it. As she reached into the trunk for her bag, she longed momentarily for the comfort of that black on red lingerie. She could feel the hard of her nipples pushing against the cotton of her tee and hoodie … betraying her arousal. She checked, to see ... had her arousal worked through her yoga pants as well.
“Got it all then?” he asked. When she nodded he slammed the trunk deck closed. He placed his hand lightly on her back at the top of her *** an guided her toward the door to the room. She noticed his hand there. It felt good there. It felt right there. Yes, there were still nerves … there was still anxiety … there was still time – as she watched him swipe the keycard.
But everything – including the keycard reader – said green light.
Dusklight through the undraped window of the motel room was grey. Not dark, but certainly not lit either. He didn't bother with the switch. He took her bag an placed it on the table then turned to her.
He advanced to her, looking only at her eyes .. but seeing all of her. He came steadily nearer.
“Mel. Better. Sooo much better than I could imagine. You truly are somehing to behold.”
He let his jacket fall to the floor, an continued moving to her, no more than a foot from her now. He took her hand in his, placing it at the zipper on her hoodie, where she understood what he wanted her to do. His eyes were inches from hers now. Her senses were keen in the dim light. She smelled the cleaning supplies of the motel … she smelled a woman – probably the maid – on the air … she smelled the new carpet installed two months back.
She turned her senses to the smell of him … his shampoo … his shaving cream … then the warmth of him … the want of him … the quick of him. His smile had gone to wonder soft. He slipped his hands to her shoulders, peeling back the hoodie as she finished the zipper. The hoodie joined his jacket on the floor.
Her breasts felt twenty years old again … high and lifted outward … hard firm nipples standing against them.
“Sweet ****** god, Mel. Soooo much better in person than I could guess.”
As his hand moved into the hair back of her neck and he drew her mouth to his, his other hand formed to the round of her breast. As she once again explored his mouth with hers, he took hold her nipple in his fingers firmly … pulling … then twisting … then tugging the delight of it all down into her wet.
This time she did not wait for the hard of him against her. She closed her thighs round his leg as his hand slipped under her teeshirt. Her hands gripped his *** an pulled him still harder against her crotch. He tilted her head back, his hand twisted tightly in her hair. She offered him her neck, and he took it … brushing … licking … kissing … even gently nipping at the hot skin.
She twined her fingers through his hair holding him at her neck, dragging his mouth to hers now and then. The new of the kissing … the new of the passion … the new of the new making her swollen wetness ache. As hard as she tried to soothe that ache against his thigh, it only grew.
And then she heard the click.
At the sound, he had found her mouth again. This time his tongue darted in, an she latched to it for comfort. Beyond him, an arch of light had appeared cross the carpet for a moment. She was alarmed for just a flash, as she realized they were not alone.
A taller, slender woman stepped from the bathroom as the light was extinguished. As she did, Mel felt him draw her closer and tighter. His hand slid down between them … the heel of his hand hard against where she wanted the hard.
The woman was clad only in black boy shorts and black stockings. She did not move toward them. She leaned instead against the vanity there. As Mel's eyes adjusted to the light again, her mind adjusted to what was taking place at her cunny. She realized she was rhytmically riding the hard heel of his hand … exploring his mouth … as her eyes explored the woman standing cross the room.
The woman was younger. She was younger than them, but she was a woman. She had full female boobs that stood high. She had the flat tummy of a young woman, but the full *** of a grown woman. Her long dark hair hung down below her boobs. She flipped it back with the usual motion. She widened her stance against the vanity.
Mel felt him lifting her teeshirt to access her own ample chest. While reconciling what she was seeing, she feigned only the slightest of effort to stop this exposure. He murmured 'no' into her mouth, pressing harder still against her heat.
The young woman stared at them silently. She slipped her middle finger into her mouth as Mel stared at her. She drew the finger slowly from her mouth. She dragged it across her nipple. With her other hand, she simply grabbed a fistful of her barely-covered crotch.
Mel drew breath at this sight and regained her rhythm against his hand.
He had gambled.
Wanting to make this more than what she imagined, he had gambled. She'd been good enough to share her secrets with him, and if she chose, she would be richly rewarded.
And with that in mind, he had decided to bring the three of them together. In the dusk there … of the dimlit motel room next to the freeway … none of the three were regretting it.
The young woman shoved down at her dark panties, pushing from one side – then the other. She twisted at her nipple all the while ...lifting her breast by it as she freed her wet *****. She slid up onto the vanity, her eyes on Mel and him as he worked Mel's **** through her yoga pants.
Mel had been watched before. But never like this … never by someone in the same room … never by a third party at least. She decided she liked it. She wondered if the girl would ***. She wondered what made the girl *** when she does. She wondered did the girl want Mel to ***.
Because Mel was very much ready to ***.
As if on cue, he undid the tie to Mel's yoga pants. They loosened, but barely moved. As she worked her legs side to side, Mel felt his hand slide the back of them down. She felt him read the curve of her own *** in his hand. They remained together though, kissing … watching. She felt the cooler of the air against her skin as her bare *** an wet kitty were revealed. He left her pants halfway between her crotch and knees. There wasn't time.
As the young woman watched, he smacked Mel's *** firmly. The slap bounced off her skin and off the walls of the motel room. The young woman bit her lip. Mel felt the pain out through her nipples and deep inside her thighs.
As the young woman took in Mel's round *** from her perch, she lifted her heels wide onto the vanity and leaned back against the mirror. With one hand she rubbed at her mound as she watched him and Mel. The other hand went from one *** to the other ... tugging, twisting and taunting.
As he began to tease the wet from Mel's swollen lips, the younger woman quickened the pace between her own legs. Mel was transfixed now ... her head simply resting against him … taking in the sight across the room … as he slipped a rough finger up into her. She knew she was close. She knew she was nowhere near home. She knew she didn't care. She worked herself against his touch – using it like a toy.
As her crotch began to work up an down on his fingers, her legs began to weaken. He wrapped an arm round her – steadying her. He took his wet fingers an guided Mel's hand to her button … then slid two fingers back into her … filling her. Her own fingers circled her **** as only Mel knew how to do.
The pace on the vanity grew faster still. Mel could hear the girl whispering “Oh ****. Oh ****. Oh ****.” Over and over again.
Mel realized she was moaning the same words. She realized he'd found the smoother, harder place in her. She knew she was going to drench. The younger woman was beginning to buck against her own hand now. Mel quickened her own pace and knew it was time.
“Now” was all he said.
The young woman cried out an began to convulse.
Mel felt his fingers pull from her **** as her own fingers went into over-drive. He held her firmly as she emptied herself. She went limp against him, feeling only the wave after wave sweeping her. She grabbed her nipple tightly as her fingers brought a second bang forward.
The woman on the vanity was shaking now, rubbing the swollen between her thighs. Her body froze for brief moments … and then shook again as she watched Mel *** with her.
He whispered in her ear as Mel's tremors lessened.
“**** yes, Mel. Soooo ******* hot, baby.”
The woman on the vanity was slowly coming back to earth as well.
Mel felt him lift her as he kissed her mouth to cease her whimpers. She held tight as he carried her to the bed. The young woman slipped from the vanity and also moved to the bed. She mounted it on her hands and knees like a cat and leaned into Mel's flushed face. She bent down and took Mel's lower lip in her teeth. She smelled of heaven to Mel.
"Mel ...” he whispered. “This is Belle.”
***Illustrations graciously provided by shannonymous